03/24/2026
We have been taught to claim our suffering.
My anxiety. My depression. My cancer. My diagnosis. And while there is REAL pain in all of those experiences, the moment we put “my” in front of them, we hand them a permanent place in our identity. We stop being a person moving through something and start being a person defined by it.
You are not your symptoms. You are someone experiencing them. It is the difference between a visitor and a resident.
And this extends further back than any diagnosis. Think about the words placed on you as a child.
Lazy. Stupid. Too sensitive. Too much. Not enough. Those were never truth. They were someone else’s impatience, their own unresolved wounds, their limitations handed to you like they were yours to carry. And along the way, you picked them up and started introducing yourself with them.
Prayer breaks that agreement. It is one of the most radical acts of conviction available to us because it requires you to believe something different about yourself than what the world, and sometimes your own mind, has argued. It pulls you out of the story of what you are and into the truth of who you were made to be.
You can grow. The brain rewires. Skills are built. Strength is built. Health is chosen, one decision at a time. But none of that begins until you stop letting a label be the reason you stay still. Labels are comfortable. They give us an excuse dressed up as an explanation (“I can’t workout, I can’t get my dream job, I can’t eat healthier…”)
You are not your anxiety. You are not your past. You are not the worst thing someone said about you in third grade.
You are someone who decided to move anyway!!
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